Do you remember down below the stairs

That one nightmare you dreamed how could you forget

The big ugly thing wanting to skin your flesh

Get to the soul of the matter where you would start to sweat

And wake up

Run into her room

She would say son what is wrong

I would say hold me

Gloom has crept in my bedroom it is getting more profuse

It is like I keep seeing something I am not wanting to

Well what is it

So I try to discern

The best comfort you gave was to show concern

But how is it that it is also the worst

My physics are thin but this force exerts

Dovaldo was a funny guy

He would chase the punchline

They once squeezed him by the neck until life

Really left by lunchtime

We sat behind the hedge and cried

When he became a wisecrack

They really cracked it out our heads so I

Stopped playing dumb for a hall pass

I wish this world never touched us

And kept its hands to itself

We have got a God who is a lover

And man is fated to hell

They have really got my head ringing

This is as quiet as it gets

Yeah

Well this as quiet as it gets

I am not calling for help please keep to yourself and leave me to dwell

Thank you

If I show or I tell is my choice and they can't make it for me

Breakage

Until I am saved by the bell and I end up a shell next to the quill

Painting

A dissociative piece like Edvard's the scream

It is an absurdity that makes sense

Mum wanted me to play guitar

Then the piano chose me

You could have really been someone

At least it led to composing

You know keeping it together

About losing portions

And with the little bit that is left

It would do me right to hold it

And something keeps nagging me

Asking to be fed

As if there has been a sparsity

Like my all ain't half

What ever happened to the mascot

Was a gasp shock when there was nothing on the pitch but an empty suit

After years of doing clap ons my fears is they got clapped son after the winning team found what it was to lose

They probably took him to the back of some run down hut as the captain gave a speech where the words tattoo

All it takes is for one to mark you to get a marker

Lay it on the pad and leave the world confused

Still have not got a clue

But back in touch with synergy the devil and his pull

Well is God just a shove

Yes he pushes and he pushes until all we can do is come

And from the enemy we run

He wants us out of breath

He wants to take the worst parts and load them with regrets

Twist and turn them like a bed

Oh I am still in hers

But none of this is said so I seem undisturbed

Does not mean I am

I just need quiet

If you can't be happy

Settle

If you can't be happy

Settle

If you can't be happy

Settle

If you can't be happy

Settle